Mom and Me

My mother and I got used to living in the two bedroom home we had after my parents divorced. It was not that we were poor but it was small. There was just one bathroom which necessitated some of our privacy to be given up for expediency. For example, in the morning while I was shaving my mother might hop into the shower or vice versa, if she was putting on makeup I would do get in the shower. She might be in her bra and panties while looking in the mirror and my mother had a nice curvy body with big breasts. She was good looking, too. So, on those occasions my penis would often grow hard and at first I tried to shyly hide that but one time getting out of the shower I had dried off and she told me to give her my towel. I was holding it around my waist and said I would give it to her later. She gave me one of those looks and said, "Do you think you're hiding something there? Just give it to me. I can tell you're excited like usual." So, I handed it over and she looked right at my crotch and commented as she left the bathroom, "You are bigger than your father. Women will love you if you learn to use it right and stop jerking off so much." Other times, I would be home early before she got off work and of course being a teen with a high libido, I'd masturbate. That obviously hadn't escaped her notice and on several occasions it was a close call or she caught me from the various kinds of evidence. For example, there was some expensive lotion that she used and I was using it to masturbate. I left it in my room and she found it there. The conversation basically condenses to her asking me if I was using it to jerk off, me being honest because lying was a real sin in our house, and then her getting mad that I was wasting it, telling me never to use her stuff again, and her going to the bathroom closet right across the hall and giving me a giant tub of Vaseline. Putting it on my dresser she said, "You can use all of this you want to. And using a lot is good because it will help you to slow down. Women like men who aren't fast." That idea got in my head and I started taking as long as I could which led to other things like times she almost caught me. Well, this particular story was about the summertime when it was so hot, well into the 90s, and our little house had no AC. We had all the windows wide open but because the wind was very uncharacteristically absent, we were both dying hot. My mother stripped down to a pair of panties and t-shirt in the evening and told me I could dress however I wanted. I took off everything but my briefs. My penis was mostly hard just from the erotic feelings of being nearly naked and also seeing her large breasts under the t-shirt. We washed and dried dishes together like that and the closeness and intimacy was palpable. Occasionally, she brushed against my arm with her breast as she grabbed dishes from me. One particular couple of dishes needed to go up high so I got the step stool and got up there. As I was up there she handed me the dishes and was about face level to my crotch. by then, I had quite a bulge going. She looked right at my penis as she handed me the last one, muttered something like it has been such a long time, and then told me to get down because we both needed to go cool off. We sat in the family room and watched a little TV, then went to bed. I complained about how hot it was and she said to leave both our bedroom doors open because they aligned straight into one another. (In fact I could see right to her bed and her right to mine when the doors were open.) I said that was a good idea but said it was almost too hot anyway. She said to sleep naked because it would help and besides she was going to anyway. Oh man, that gave me quite a turn on. She went into her room and turned off the light. I could see her lift the shirt over her head in the darkness and then drop her panties by the bed, pull back the covers, and lay down on her back. I took off my briefs and lay down. Skip ahead until about 1 AM. I am having trouble staying asleep for two reasons. One, I am so hot, and two, I have a repeated erection from the sexiness of being around her all night. I decided to play with myself very quietly. As my hand was sliding dry and softly up and down my hard shaft, I heard, "You are having a hard time sleeping like me, aren't you?" I said yes and my hands went to my side. I knew she could see me. The street light in front of the house came through my windows to really give a lot of light. I was embarrassed until she said, "Why don't you come in and we'll talk." I replied that I was naked and she said she was too. She added that we might as well suffer together and talk. So, I went in and at first sat on the floor by her bed. I didn't think I should be waving around my hard penis at her so I slunk in there, too. She leaned over and said, "Silly, you don't have to lay on the floor. Come up here. It's nothing I haven't seen before." So, I went around the other side, sat up with my legs crossed. She didn't look at me, maybe because she knew I was self conscious right then but I couldn't help looking at her. Her breasts were so big, to me as a teen, and had a sheen of perspiration on them. Her thick blonde pubes covered her so I couldn't make out much down below but her expanse of naked skin made my penis throb. She started our conversation about asking me if I missed my father. Kind of an odd topic but it helped me not to obsess. I admitted I did but that he wasn't all that into being around me anyway. She said she missed him mostly for sex. I kind of gulped when she said that. She said that it is normal for men and women to want it and that he was very good in bed and she hoped I would be too because then I'd attract a good girl. Then she adjusted how she was laying to lay on her side and she was looking me up and down. "I can tell you are very sexual like he was and like I am," she told me, "and so you'll need to know how to control it." I tried to say I wasn't all that sexual but she told me she knew I masturbated a lot and that it was totally ok. She asked me if my girlfriend and I were having sex. I said we had kissed and touched a little but my girlfriend was from a very religious home and would barely let me touch her but liked touching me a lot. She looked at my erect penis, I could tell even in the moonlight, and she said she understood why because most women are fascinated by a large, hard penis. She commented, "You drip a lot." I told her I was sorry and took my hand to wipe it off and in doing so must have looked like I was stroking. "You probably need to ejaculate don't you? That's why you're oozing like that." I admitted that I needed to and she said she knew that because she saw me in my room before she called me in. She shocked the heck out of me by then saying to go ahead. Not realizing exactly what she meant, I started to get up and she asked me where I was going. "To the bathroom, mom, because you said to do it," I replied. She told me to lay back down there and she wouldn't stare at me. I kind of stammered, kind of wanting to show off next to her and kind of being too shy. As an attempt at an excuse, I said I needed some Vaseline but she retorted that with all my oozing and some saliva, I could do just fine. "Saliva is a natural lubricant. If you go down on your girlfriend and get her all wet with your mouth, you penis will fit just fine," she said. So I lay back down and licked my hand, as I was no stranger to jerking off with my own spit. We actually kept on chatting as I did it, about all sorts of things, about our upcoming vacation, about some chores she expected me to do the next day, and about how she masturbated too. That turned me on so I asked if I could ask her questions. She told me to ask anything I wanted but she would then ask me things too. Unfortunately I was only able to last a couple minutes as we talked like that and I shot hot squirts of come high up into the air, one after the other, as only a horny 17 year old can do. When I finished, my mother reached over the side of the bed on her side and handed me her panties. "Wipe off with these. And promise me that you will always use a condom. I don't want you to ruin your life with a teen pregnancy and you have so much sperm there is no other way to be safe." She told me to throw the panties on the floor and we lay there talking for hours, until the first light of morning, about all sorts of things.